Lianhua woke up slowly and found herself lying on a low couch. She wanted to get up, but her body was instantly sore. The wound on her chest had been bandaged. She vaguely remembered that after she was seriously injured, she rode the golden hoop and escaped into an underground river. The underground water was cold, and she was seriously injured, so she quickly passed out.
Now it seemed that she had been rescued.
Lianhua raised her head and looked around carefully. She found that she was lying in a tent. As soon as she got up, she heard footsteps coming from outside the tent. A Mexican woman with a flat nose walked into the tent. Seeing that Lianhua had woken up, she said happily in Spanish, "Girl, you're awake!"
"The Khan found you by the river bank and rescued you. Your companion is still in a coma, and there is no hospital here … The nearest town is more than 60 miles away. Fortunately, the Khan knows a little about herbal medicine … He bandaged your companion's wound. "
Lianhua understood a little Spanish, but South American Spanish was mixed with a strong accent, so she only understood half of it.
She tried to speak in English, "Ma 'am, do you understand English?"
The woman pointed to her ear and waved her hand, indicating that she did not understand English, but she got up and called someone over, "Khan! Khan! The girl you saved is awake! "
"The Khan knows English …" The woman said, "He used to herd cattle in Argentina and has his own ranch. He is a Mongolian, and he came to South America to make a fortune. He knows how to use herbal medicine to treat livestock, so he made a lot of money … Sigh! Then the Head of State came! He came to Mexico to escape the persecution of Hydra. But he left all his family property in Argentina and became penniless. "
The woman's eyes lit up, and she said, "But the Khan is a very diligent person. He has only been here for almost a year, and he already has a flock of sheep."
A man lifted the curtain of the tent and walked in.
He was a typical Mongolian, slightly short, with bow-legged legs, a Mongolian-style mustache, a flat nose, and slender eyes. But he was stocky and short. Although he was short, his body was full of muscles.
He was very proficient in English.
"Your companion is seriously injured!" He said in a low voice, "I applied some herbs to stop the bleeding, but the wound on his chest is too big. His internal organs were injured, and he needed better treatment. His wound is very strange. I can't imagine what caused it … "
This question was difficult for Lianhua to answer. Aunty and Khan were both ordinary people. Should she tell them that Daniel was seriously injured because someone stabbed his chest? This was too much of a test for ordinary people's ability to accept and imagine.
Khan didn't say much to Lianhua. He only said a few words and turned to leave.
Although Lianhua's injuries were serious, she was a martial artist after all, and with the protection of the Divine Weapon Tai Chi, she could already stand up and move. She observed her position … She should be at the edge of the Chihuahua Desert. According to her aunt, this was the border of Mexico, but it was closer to the United States.
The nearest big city was Juarez, which was more than 100 kilometers away.
Because it was close to Texas, and the Rio Grande flowed through it, it was rich in water resources, so the local people made a living from animal husbandry.
After understanding the situation nearby, it was almost lunchtime. The Mexican aunty was making a kind of local food. It was made from corn flour, and with spicy sauce and ground meat, it tasted very good. Khan was chopping firewood. He took off his shirt, and his upper body was bare, revealing the rib muscles that looked like a bat with its wing membrane spread out.
Lianhua noticed this scene, and her eyes lit up. This was the muscle shape that only Asians who trained especially well had, and it was also used by the ancients to describe warriors — wings on the ribs.
It was a kind of anomaly.
Wings on the ribs did not mean that there was a pair of wings under the ribs, but that the muscles of a bat were especially developed. It looked like there was a layer of wing membrane between the arm and the ribs.
Khan chopped firewood cleanly. In Lianhua's eyes, he had already reached a kind of martial arts realm.
This was a martial arts realm that could only be achieved after a long period of very focused labor, mobilizing the muscles of the whole body, and moving flexibly and harmoniously. It required an extremely high talent. Generally, such people's labor was equivalent to practicing martial arts, and it was a quality that only natural born warriors had. Such people had learned to use their muscles reasonably and harmoniously through long periods of labor.
They could mobilize the strength of the whole body, and knew how to use their strength reasonably. Their strength and endurance were very high.
They were even better than martial artists who specialized in external martial arts.
At this time, the aunty who was cooking in the empty yard suddenly noticed a car parked nearby. She hurriedly stood up and rushed towards Khan. Lianhua's hearing was extraordinary, and she could hear the conversation between her and Khan. However, the aunty spoke very fast, and her accent was also very heavy, so she could not understand what she was saying.
"Khan, those bastards are coming again!" The aunty said worriedly, "Quickly bring the guests to hide nearby!"
Khan put down the axe, wiped his sweat, and said, "The injured man is seriously injured … he can't move!"
The aunty was still a little worried, "You don't know how powerful the red-haired Bobby is … if he sees us taking in foreigners, he will kill them! When Heaven and Earth collapsed previously, I already felt that something was wrong. It must be something wrong with the tunnel they dug. Now the red-haired Bobby is very sensitive, like a disturbed lone wolf. "
"He will definitely kill any outsiders who appear here for no reason!"
…
The red-haired Bobby was a drug trafficker … In Mexico, they could also be called drug lords. This was a privilege that belonged exclusively to Mexican and Burmese drug traffickers. In other parts of the world, drug trafficking was a very dangerous thing. In Mexico, drug prohibition was a very dangerous thing.
Some people summed up the three things that should not be done in the world — tax evasion in the United States, drug trafficking in China, and drug prohibition in Mexico.
In Mexico, drug traffickers shot prosecutors, stopped the car of college students who went to protest against government corruption, and then slaughtered the people in the car. They shot the tourists who offended them, hung the bodies under the bridge, and wrote a warning in blood. They murdered the family of the mayor who supported drug prohibition, and finally killed the mayor. They killed the Internet celebrities who scolded them online …
They had their own army, and even after being arrested and imprisoned, they could remotely control their own drug trafficking network.
The drug traffickers in the Rio slums of Brazil were famous, but compared to Mexico, it was a piece of cake. This place was close to the important city of Juárez on the northern border of Mexico. Juárez was also known as the most violent city in the world. According to official data, 16,000 people died because of violent crimes in the past six years … This was actually only a fraction of the real data.
The Mexican government had no ability to figure out the real number of deaths. Missing here was basically equivalent to being buried in a corner that no one knew.
The number of missing people was more than ten times the number of dead!
The red-haired Bobby was smoking outside a house not far from Lianhua and the others. He whispered, "How many people saw the tunnel collapse?"
"I don't know, boss!" A bald shorty under him said in fear, "Creech saw it! Diego Rodríguez de Silva might have seen it too! The lame Franco may have seen it too! And the Mongolian who just came … Khan, that should be his name. He lives in Seresto, and it is also very close to the tunnel! "
The man saw the red-haired Bobby and raised his eyebrows!
He became even more frightened – this meant that the boss had begun to want to kill people!
"They won't say anything, boss!" The shorty panicked.
"They won't say anything … Can you guarantee it?" Bobby hung a cigar – since the Godfather movie, the bosses liked to hold cigars, even if they didn't really like the taste of cigars. However, the boss could be confused and tyrannical, but he must have the style!
"This is our biggest channel for shipping goods to the Americans. The entire tunnel is 40 kilometers long and divided into three sections. It is to avoid the damn Americans and the damn drones. In the past, we used to deliver goods to California in batches. One truck could only deliver one pound at most, and we had to pay the damn customs a thousand dollars! "
"I need dozens of trucks to deliver goods."
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